#wolfeyeswolfsoul

[fereldensheroesa]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul, cont. from here.

Adrian approached the massive creature, it had a head like a ram's. Horned and great with three, luckily closed, eyes. The body was something else entirely. Monstrous and massive, clawed and muscular. A knife was taken from his belt as he began to cut his arrows from the flesh--- silver-tipped, glinting in the light despite being streaked with red.

"This one's a Chort. Not to be confused with the more well-known Fiends. It's still a Relict. The two species are related." Was this a free lesson? Perhaps. The woman looked woodsy enough, confused, lost even. He aimed the toe of his boot at it's head to make it jostle. "Strong, fast, but what you need to look out for's the eye." He used a freshly yanked out arrowhead to motion to the closed middle eye, right in the center of its forehead. "Never look at its eye."

Stepping closer, he towered over her to an extent. A hand rose, as scarred as much of him was, and plucked a twig from her hair. "What are you doing out here?"

[archivestarlyht]

❝ i can’t save you from yourself. it hurts terribly, but i can’t. ❞

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 2)

he was a foolish man,   but,   well,  that was inevitable,  wasn't it?  he would not claim that the risks he sometime took were smart.  he was a far better fighter when under direction of someone far more discerning no matter how careful he tried to be.   (he would deny,   of course,   that he had gotten lax beneath the influence of his curse.  weapons without enchantments or silver availed nothing.  weapons empowered with magic hurt as all weapons had before,   but as far as he was concerned it was silver that he had to remain vigilant of.)

the drow rolled his eyes.  impossible to discern what was and wasn't enchanted,  and he had made an error in fighting a surfacer taller and,  despite how the curse empowered him,  far stronger than he.  “i am not one of your pets,”   he responded flatly.  a touch of scorn lingered beneath his words despite his characteristic dispassion.  (hells,   he was so damned tired.)  “my mistakes are my own and do not need to be saved by anyone.”   least of all her.

[wildskissed]

Random Asks - @wolf-eyes-wolf-soul mused: Does Eve feel embarassed when she has a Wild Magic surge? How does she feel about her magic being unpredictable like that?

I love this question so so SO much!

So, Eve absolutely hates that she's a sorceress, born with the potential to do incredible things with magic...but she can't fully control it. The idea that she is insanely powerful, but also can't be trusted with her magic all the time, absolutely embarrasses her.

Every time she has a wild magic surge, if it's negative, she definitely tries to make the most of the situation in the moment, but if she could just run and hide for the duration of it, she would. If it's a positive surge, she absolutely pretends she meant to do that, but I assure you that she did not.

Honestly, I do wish I had more threads with her surging. I had some a few months ago, but honestly, they're some of the best ones to date. She's a firecracker, in more ways than one. <3

[mocksfate]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul ;

" mh ... " gorin leans in, his trembling hands cupping ever so slighty his newest patient's face to confirm her claims. it takes the half-orc a few seconds to spot the little bugger and the worst scenario unfolds right in front of him : in fact, his face grows paler when he sees it swimming away from his sight. the parasite has latched onto its victim and he's nowhere near competent enough to attempt a removal all by himself.

a sigh leaves his chapped lips, bushy brows knitting together to form a resigned frown. " yes, uh, i did see the little ... thing in there. i'm sorry, but this is definitely not something i'm proficient with. i can still try to cast a protection spell, if you wish. i don't know how much it'll, uh, help, but i think it's worth a shot. "

[dcvium]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul asked:

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[musamulta]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul asked:

”You’re not as bad as everyone says you are.” (Adrian)

The man's head rose to look over at Morren. He'd caught a deer for them and was working on roasting it, adding a few herbs--- it wasn't fine dining, he wasn't the world's best cook, but it was good enough. He never put effort in when it was just him. He could eat anything, right down to rotted meat and bones. Morren, though, was not him. It was clear that he'd been making an effort to accommodate her.

"Me or just witchers?" Not that he truly was a witcher. "Might be a case of if you're bad to me, I'm bad to you." He did have a temper, at times or... more a lack of patience with ignorance. With the humans he so often encountered. He'd had his fill of them.

[shimmerbeasts]

They had been ambushed on their trek back from the beach. Morren wondered if it had been calculated because at the time she had felt so weary from fighting off harpies on top of the drama from all that had befallen her since the Nautloid had picked her up. Tired enough, maybe, to have let her guard down to a well-dressed and eloqent stranger with a promise that he could help. In the end, she had refused. Even before he had revealed his true form, she had felt something was wrong. Her initial thought had been archfey not devil but they worked in similar ways, didn’t they? They dangled something they believed you wanted and if you grabbed at it then you found the price you paid had a hidden cost. That was why she had said no. She knew enough of how fae worked to know you never accepted a deal. But still Raphael’s words lingered in her mind as she stared into the campfire that night. He seemed so sure that they wouldn’t find another option, confident that they’d come crawling back to him. It had planted a seed of doubt. Everyone had already retired for the night. She had agreed to stay up and keep a watch because gods knew what was lingering in the woods besides goblins. She had hoped that she could slip away and start laying down a scent trail for her lost companion. In the end, she had become lost in her own thoughts. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and it jolted her back to the moment. Perhaps she was too highly strung at that moment because she was on her feet, her hand reaching backwards to grip at the handle of her bow, before she had even registered what it was. Her mind screamed enemies but in reality it had been only Wyll moving about outside his tent. Perhaps more time had gone by than she had realised and it was time to switch watches. She forced herself to relax, hand lowering to her side. With luck he hadn’t noticed that she had almost been ready to attack him. She needed to get out of her own head because next time, gods hope there wasn’t one, she might not have hesitated long enough to realise her mistake. Maybe she should try sounding out her thoughts. Without Esca here, she had no one she could do that with. Wyll was her ally, wasn’t he? He might have his own goal hunting this devil he talked about but they were on the same side. They shared the burden of the tadpoles writhing in their brains. Maybe in the absence of Esca, he would be a good alternative to sound her thoughts out. And so, she tentatively approached. “Wyll? Do you have a moment? I’d like to ask you about something.” She played with the end of her braid, fingers twisting through the chestnut strands, anxious energy needing a release “What do you think about Raphael? Do you think I made a mistake saying no to him?”

While Wyll had not been targeted by Raphael, he could sense trouble when he saw it. Far too many things about the encounter with Raphael just did not add up, and thus, he became suspicious of the beautifully dressed stranger, even before the other revealed himself to be a Cambion. From the fact that Raphael literally manifested out of thin air in a moment, which felt far too calculated for Wyll's liking, to his sweet honeyed words as he promised a solution to a problem, he should know nothing about.

Part of Wyll had to wonder if what Mizora claimed had been true in this instance. That because he had her scent all over him, even if he could not detect it, Raphael could tell that his soul was already forfeited to somebody else. No wonder, he had targetted Morren instead. Probably hoping that she would be easier to get a hold of and mould into what he wanted. Luckily for all of them, the girl had said No.

This did not change that Mizora had been furious about this development. Wyll should not have been surprised. Of course, she had seen everything. His sending stone eye meant that nothing he did would ever stay a secret for her for long. He had half expected that Mizora would appear that night at camp and while she had made herself known, she had only dragged her claws over the side of his cheek as she sternly reminded Wyll to get back to his task. He had a devil to hunt. And Raphael was not his target.

He had gotten out of his tent in search of a water bottle from their supply to clean the wounds. They were not large, so Wyll hoped he could excuse them as having cut himself in the undergrowth. He only flinched a bit as he cleaned the two lower ones. Anything near his eye though felt like he was touching dead skin. As he tended to the wound, Morren approached him.

Hearing her question, Wyll closed the water bottle again and put it between his legs. Looking at the ranger through heterochromatic eyes, he admitted: "The only good thing about Raphael is that he is so prideful and theatrical that it is very hard to fall for his words. Unless his nature and way of being already appeal to you, you will be hard-pressed to ever consider making a deal with him, simply because your mind will register him as something so unpleasant. At the same time though, I fear that pride of his will become a problem later. Most devils are very prideful, which means they really don't like being told No.

"I believe saving your soul was the right call to make. A price, the devil asks of you, will always be more than it seems. They don't just take something, they take everything until you are forced to part with aspects of yourself you did not even consider. So while I believe that you made the right call, we also should not kid ourselves. What you did, was not so much as refusing a deal but rather stalling. Devils have centuries of experience on their side. They know how to play a long con. We will likely see Raphael again. He won't take that No as a definitive answer, and he will try to persuade us otherwise. We will have to remain vigilant. If we are lucky, once we get rid of the tadpoles, we lose our value to Raphael and he might leave us alone."

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul cont. from here.

[theaccursedninth]

♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise? (dunno if it’s the same answer as what I think it is)

//ohhh it is. Trust me, nothing I've ever experienced online was worse than that.

TL;DR to anyone else reading: Dotty and I have known each other for a LONG time and originally met on a proboards forum back in the early 2010s. It was my first time Roleplaying in a group with an ongoing story and at first, I had a LOT of fun. If you've read any of my stuff here, you know I love a good story and interconnecting character relationships.

However...this forum is where I'd ultimately meet someone I've come to refer to as my arch nemesis--and I mean that seriously. I don't really want to air out my dirty laundry on tumblr; it was a long time ago and even though I've grown up and matured a lot since then, I'm still traumatized by the whole incident. So let me summarize:

This artist I was a fan of for a few years joined the forum and we became friends. She picked a character to compliment my main and for a while things were great. However, as the years went on, I realized she was an incredibly unstable person who could not take even a tiny bit of criticism or respect boundaries without flipping out and victimizing herself. This began an eight year long on-again, off-again feud with this person on multiple platforms that dragged a bunch of my other friends into it as well. I was always the bad guy, me and this person I was also incredibly close with; we were very VERY young adults at the time and this person was in their mid twenties.

Now, my close friend and I didn't handle things exceptionally well, but like I said, we were young and had a lot of our own irl trauma we were working through. I acknowledge this and there are some things I would've done differently. That doesn't excuse how this person stalked my friend and I, constantly shared passive aggressive posts about us, spread lies about us and took any polite requests I tried to make as an attack. They also kept making multiple accounts we would find by accident through the shared fandom tag we liked and every time we blocked them, they'd accuse us of stalking--AND they shared WAY too much about their personal life that they probably shouldn't have at the age I was, even though I was technically an adult.

There was a lot more involved, including another extremely toxic person even older than she was who bullied me as well, but that was much more short-lived compared to this person. Along with some personal creative projects that got muddy and shut down due to this person's inability to accept rejection, but it ultimately ended with me dropping off all but tumblr for a LONG time.

I have no idea what happened to this person and I don't really care. It seems like they've quieted down, but I've done my damndest to make sure they don't recognize my online footprint now. I really hope it stays that way.

[benevolentgodloki]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

// Very kind of you xxx

[rubistella]

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@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul || spreading some love

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[fereldensheroesa]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul liked for a Nimue.

"I hate this feeling." They'd only just set foot inside Baldur's Gate. So far, they'd run into both Orin and Gortash, as well as the glances she caught here and there. "How many here know me? How much have I done to them? What do they know of me?" That she didn't know herself. Orin was her blood kin, Bhaal her creator, and she and Gortash had clearly been close. The cult, the Absolute, the tadpoles... her fault.

[archivestarlyht]

is that why you’ve been so moody and unpredictable ?

↪     𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑹  .

“fuck off,”   he muttered.  much as he tried to deny it and wanted to,  her response was perhaps more spot on than she realized.  he wanted to rip something to pieces with his teeth.  he wanted to rip his own skin off.  he didn't feel right.  fear shuddered in his chest.  he hadn't been lying when he said he'd been feeling unwell.  he'd not expected nor desired sympathy or understanding but that  ----   oh,   that,   made him gnash his teeth.  moody and unpredictable!?  

sol'rys rolled his eyes before turning cold,  tired red eyes back upon her.  “what i mean to say is my strength for travel may be limited.”  days of this nonsense.  constantly.  it was   ....   exhausting.  “otherwise,  spare me your sarcasm.”

[wildskissed]

BG3 Starters - @wolf-eyes-wolf-soul mused: ❝i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see.❞

❝Strength...❞

The answer was practically automatic, but Eve meant it with everything in her. From the moment that they had met, Eve knew that Morren was made of the kind of stock that you could bet on, but in the best way. Even after surviving what they had survived, she was still able to have her wits about her, even in the toughest of moments, and Eve admired that about her.

❝Morren, you are one of the toughest people that I know, and you're exceptionally kind. There aren't many people like that in this world,❞ Eve promised her. ❝I am so glad that the universe decided to let us meet.❞

[mocksfate]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul asked: "I promise I will not betray your trust.” (gorin) / prompts tag.

" oh, i know you won't ━ you're a good person, morren. " green lips twitch upward in an awkward smile as gorin raises his thumb up. the half orc was unfortunate enough to meet quite the selection of awful individuals during his pilgrimage and he can testify the ranger bore no similarities with any of those ruffians. it's right then that the words of his good buddy finch resound in his head, however : aren't the most wicked pf people the ones who hide their true intentions under a pretty facade? his demeanor visibly shifts, the cleric grows uncomfortable by the second until he cannot help but voice his new concern before it eats him alive.

" i mean, you seem like a good person, at least. you weren't planning to, uh, betray me at any point, right ?? "

[dcvium]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul asked:

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

It hadn't been intentional. Nimue had taken her shirt off to run it through the stream, getting some blood out. Morren had likely seen bits of the scar that dominated the front of the elf's torso, but not the full extent. Now that Nimue was in her small clothes, she could. Y-shaped, carved deep and ragged. It looked like scars on top of scars, like it had been opened and shut repeatedly.

Catching the look, Nimue awkwardly covered herself. "---I don't know why it's there. Not sure what caused it."

[avernusfuries]

Your name: Morren

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Activity

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Ice cream might not last long so strawberries

What's your perfect date?: Hanging out in the woods

Would you cook for me?: Sure if you like bbq

Would you let me cook for you?: Probably not, sorry

Can we make-out?: Nah. Pals only.

Make out in private or in public?: See above.

Do you like to cuddle?: Yes

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Probably without since Karlach is hot enough on her own

Couch or bed?: Either

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Climbing trees, crafting my own gear, and I can wrestle wolves pretty well.

Tell me something about you no else knows: Morren has lyssophobia (the fear of rabies or going mad)

Why do you want to be my valentine?: Because we're friends and friends show they care about each other, right?

What makes you a good Valentine? Loyal, caring,

Valentine's Day. A day for romance and wonder, if reputation was entirely correct. Karlach hadn't really had a proper one that hadn't involved a pretty smile without a name and a banging hangover as she quietly tried to scoop her clothes from the floor of a still-sleeping date. Today, it seems, as though it were about to change, though it would not take a turn for the romantic. She considered the fact that a friend-date was a thing, and it would be met with the same open enthusisam! "You know what? Why dont you and me take off? Make a day of it and all that? Accepted."